| Well, love was kind for a time
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| Now just aches and it makes me blind
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| This mirror holds my eyes too bright
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| I can’t see the others in my life
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| Were we too young? |
| Our heads too strong?
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| To bear the weight of these lover’s eyes.
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| 'Cause I feel numb, beneath your tongue
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| Beneath the curse of these lover’s eyes.
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| But do not ask the price I paid,
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| I must live with my quiet rage,
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| Tame the ghosts in my head,
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| That run wild and wish me dead.
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| Should you shake my ash to the wind
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| Lord, forget all of my sins
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| Oh, let me die where I lie
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| Neath the curse of my lover’s eyes.
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| 'Cause there’s no drink or drug I’ve tried
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| To rid the curse of these lover’s eyes
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| And I feel numb, beneath your tongue
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| Your strength just makes me feel less strong
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| But do not ask the price I paid,
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| I must live with my quiet rage,
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| Tame the ghosts in my head,
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| That run wild and wish me dead.
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| Should you shake my ash to the wind
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| Lord, forget all of my sins
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| Or let me die where I lie
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| Neath the curse of my lover’s eyes.
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| And I’ll walk slow, I’ll walk slow
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| Take my hand, help me on my way.
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| And I’ll walk slow, I’ll walk slow
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| Take my hand, I’ll be on my way.
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| And I’ll walk slow, I’ll walk slow
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| Take my hand, help me on my way.
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| And I’ll walk slow, I’ll walk slow
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| Take my hand, I’ll be on my way.
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| La la la, La la la, La la la, la la
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| La la la, La la la, La la la, la la |